Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air and deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyrinths of coral caves - the echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand, and everything is green and submarine.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 158 | 2013-09-29 01:03:28 | 49.77 | 89% |
| 69 | 2013-09-28 21:08:33 | 58.15 | 90% |